BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 204
I told him, “Get your fuckin‟ ass in that car and get the hell outa here now, or
we‟re gonna kill you, prick.”
He only wasted a few seconds thinking it over, then jumped in his car and tore out
of there. The first fifty feet were on the sidewalk, since his wheels were cranked when he
floored it.
Five months later, at the start of winter, I was working for a man named Tex
Dendinger. Tex owned Tex‟s Wrecker Service, which consisted of one old, beat up truck
with a wrecker boom. I drove it during the daytime on commission, while he worked at
his paying day job. His brother, Bill Dendinger, owned one of the biggest wrecker
services in the state, also located in Lansing. Maybe Tex, whose real name was Gerald,
was Bill Dendinger‟s “that David thing”, who knows?
We‟d called Muth Oil Company for a fuel delivery for the furnace. The driver
was Curt Brown. I saw him getting the hoses ready to drag up to the house and leaned
out the front door. “Curt Brown, you son-of-a-bitch!”
He looked at me and almost shit his pants.
I grinned. “Can you shoot any better than you could the last time I saw you?”
He didn‟t know what to say, just took a very long time getting those hoses ready.
After a while, I went out and shook his hand, since I usually don‟t carry a grudge forever.
It‟s not worth the hassle, since a poison can be more harmful to its own vessel than any
intended target.
He asked if I was still mad at him.
I responded, “As good a piece of ass as your wife was, you could‟ve even shot me
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